Day off...

Sleeping in 'till almost 7:00 feels almost decadent.  Interesting, as you, um, mature, what passes for decadent.  ;-)

We had breakfast out.  Yes, at the Hungry Clam; it isn't fancy, but it is good and consistent.  We walked around town a bit.  Since the ferry situation cut our time off the island really short last week, Joan didn't get the opportunity for some needed "retail therapy."

Oh, King's Marine has some clothing, but it isn't like going to the mall.  (insert understatement emoticon here)  We walked through a few places...

A stop at the grocery store to start our weekly shopping - getting as much as we can easily carry on the scoots... we make regular grocery runs each week since there is a limit to how much we can carry.

Back home, while Joan put groceries away, I took Izzy for a walk.  She loves walks, and gets plenty of outdoor time here...

Yesterday, Izzy tussled with a bee.  The bee won.  The old mobile home behind us has several bee and wasp nests, and they have been way more active lately.  Time to defend my little furry girl and see if we can get the stinging critters to move on...

That is a mesh laundry bag on my head... you have to be resourceful when doing hand-to-stinger combat.

Afternoon, and some scooter-time.  We headed south on Cattle Pass Road, turning onto False Bay Drive...

Almost all the way out on False Bay, we came across the dreaded orange signs...

Yep, they messed up one of our favorite rides with fresh oil and loose gravel...

Apparently, they count on traffic to pack down the loose gravel... and this road doesn't get that much traffic.  I think we'll take this off our scooter-route for a while.

Back on to decent road and heading to the west side...

LOTS of people on bicycles on the roads...

Don't get me wrong, I am all about "sharing the road"... after all, we see our share of cars and trucks that act like we are invisible.  Some of these bicyclists are obviously not aware of the hills (walking their bikes) and the fact that many of the roads have no shoulder.  We came up on one group where they were riding all across the lane, with one guy riding ON the double yellow line.  Seems to me that is not playing nice.  You can tell the dedicated bicyclists by their attire and riding style from the complete amateurs with no helmets, riding in jeans and no shirts, and weaving all over the place, and riding 3 or 4 abreast instead of single file.  We give them plenty of room.

We stopped on the west side for a relaxing look across Haro Strait...

That motorsailor was working against the incoming tide... and making less than 3 knots forward progress.

More riding, eventually looping our way back home.

The batteries we ordered for the scoots came in and were waiting to be picked up at our company base.  I went to get those while Joan started supper: my favorite, spaghetti.

A very good day.